Chapter 5

Isla couldn't sleep. She lay on top of her covers, still half dressed, running her thumb over her bottom lip like she could still feel exactly where his mouth had been.

Her phone lit up on the nightstand.

*Rhys: You said something back there. About being blamed for things that aren’t your fault.*

Isla stared at the screen longer than the question deserved.

*Isla: Something like that.*

She set the phone face down before he could answer, because the truth wouldn’t fit in a text message, and some of it she’d never said out loud to anyone at all.

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